Counterpoint lives under Matthew’s desk. He’s made a little nest in the accumulated detritus, broken video game peripherals and spent sketchbooks. Matt offers him a hand to help him up but CP just shakes it. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” says Matthew. “How are you these days? Is everything okay?”
“Oh I’m just fine,” Counterpoint says. “Getting a lot of rest. Spending a lot of time thinking. I may write a novel.”
“That’s great. You should do that.”
"Yeah," says Counterpoint, "I think I will." He smiles weakly.